Carrots, green peppers and other ingredients were put on the board, and the master's hand was very steady, and he chopped these things into shreds with a few strokes.

Then he took out a handful of straw-like objects from the counter below and placed them on top of the cut shreds.

The shredded vegetables were thin and crunchy, but the master's skillful hands could always tie them in knots, wrapping the grass knots layer by layer.

Finally, with a pinch on the board, the whole thing becomes a long ball.

Lu Yan stared at the side without blinking, and the master just smiled and let him look.

Gently pick up the dumplings with chopsticks, put them in the freshly mixed batter for a while, and then shake your hand and submerge it into the oil that is just right.

The contact surface between the mask and the grease forms a small white bubble, which is very beautiful.

A fragrance gradually permeated the small shop, making Lu Yan swallow his saliva.

When the golden assorted tempura was served, the master brought out a bowl of soup from the cauldron next to him.

"Assorted tempura and pork miso soup." The old man put these two things on the dinner plate and pushed them in front of Lu Yan.

After that, I started to cook the eels again.

The golden coat makes the wrinkles on the surface of this tempura so beautiful, lying quietly on the white plate, without a trace of residual oil dripping, it looks very clean.

Lu Yan picked up the chopsticks and straightened his back, the old man's every move was full of a sense of ceremony, which made him naturally start to take the food in front of him seriously.

Gently picked up a piece, but it mischievously slipped down in the middle of the chopsticks, making Lu Yan's heart thump a few times.

Don't rush, take your time.

Lu Yan did it all over again, and when the teeth cut this tempura from the middle, the crispy senses permeated the entire mouth.

It's very tender, this noodle is fried just right, it's not hard in the mouth, and naturally it won't hurt the mouth.

The kind of fried dough that is too old tastes like eating stones, and the rubble rubbing against the mouth does not feel good.

Then it's invaginated, and the fragrance of green peppers and carrots is removed, and what is left is a bitter and astringent taste.

"What?!" Lu Yan woke up in shock.

I feel like the imagination of food just now has completely disappeared without a trace.

This feeling made Lu Yan so uncomfortable, like a rat poop that fell into porridge, and his good feelings for the previous sense of ritual and the wonderful taste of the mask were all lost in an instant.

If the same food can't even be delicious, then any explanation is weak.

It's like if a song is not good, you have to say how high its artistic quality is, how hard the singer works, and how much praise it receives, it's all fart.

However, Lu Yan immediately adjusted his expression, he couldn't come in the future if he didn't eat it, but he still saw the seriousness of the old man in front of him.

"Guest, what's wrong?" The master gently put the long chopsticks in his hand aside and brought out the eel tempura in his hand.

"Nothing." Lu Yan just smiled and took it.

It's just that the assorted tempura, which is his signature dish, is like this, and he has no hope for the next food.

"It seems that it overturned, and sure enough, I don't have the talent of Goro." Lu Yan just smiled bitterly.

He gently lowered his head and drank a taste of soy soup, trying to prevent the old man from seeing his face through this action.

But the moment the miso soup is in your mouth, a gustatory storm seems to explode in your mouth. The saltiness and aroma, as well as the warm touch of minced meat in the mouth, are more real than anything else.

The rich taste of bones seemed to melt his body, and even the bitterness in his mouth was diluted.

But... It's still bitter, but somehow, under the wash of the delicious miso soup, the bitterness that had already dissipated a lot in the mouth swept over again, and it was even worse than last time.

One is unpalatable, the other is delicious, Lu Yan is getting more and more incomprehensible about this strange shop.

The surface of the golden assorted tempura was already a little dim at the moment, and the one that Lu Yan had only eaten half of in the first bite was quietly and quickly cooled in the air.

With trust in the miso soup, he still picked up the eel tempura that had just been served.

I don't know if there is any secret recipe for the batter in this small shop, the batter on the surface is as thin as a cicada's wings, almost comparable to the Lanzhou ramen chef downstairs in Lu Yan's house.

But it's so thin that it can be wrapped in a perfect golden yellow, which makes OCD feel comfortable.

It can be said that the color and fragrance of tempura have reached the point where Lu Yan is very satisfied, and it is the taste...

Forget it, no matter, let's talk about this eel first.

When you bite into it, the crunch comes not only from the coat, but also from the skin of the eel.

This eel was fried beforehand...

The taste is superb, the fish is delicately divided in the mouth, and the flavor is accompanied by saliva to form a gravy-like thing, which is pleasant to eat.

"Okay..."Before Lu Yan's words could be spoken, the bitter taste like assorted tempura just gushed out again, but this time the taste was much lighter.

I don't know if it's really faded or if Lu Yan already has an illusion after experience, in short, he put down the chopsticks in his hand with a tangled face, and his expression was a little ugly.

It's a delicious dish, but at the last minute, I feel like I'm going to feed you.

It's like seeing a movie where the male and female protagonists are in love with each other sweetly and make their aunts laugh, but in the end, the heroine was hit by a yellow cow, and Lu Yan almost made him depressed.

The change in his expression was seen by the old man, but he didn't say anything, just quietly lived there mechanically.

Lu Yan was a little unconvinced and used chopsticks to pick apart both kinds of tempura, and then he discovered the culprit that the food had become bitter.

"Festival of Grass"

Lu Yan didn't understand what this thing was, but there was this thing in the middle of the assorted tempura and on the surface of the eel skin of the eel tempura.

Lu Yan specially picked out the middle part, and then put the rest of the assorted tempura in his mouth and chewed it gently.

Although it was already a lot colder, the refreshing taste and the crispiness of the fried noodle still made Lu Yan's originally depressed mood a lot better.

As for the rest of the eel tempura, it was sprinkled with a layer of grass crumbs, which was really impossible to remove.

"1,100 yen." The old man bowed his head.

Most of the remaining eel tempura and the grass knots that had been removed were still on the plate, and the pork miso soup was also drunk.

Lu Yan threw the coin in his hand on the counter with some anger, intending to turn around and leave.

It's just that in the end, I was really upset and said:

"If you don't add such a grass festival, I'm sure your business will be much better than it is now."